To quote Dorothy Parker:
What fresh hell is this?
I have no idea, but I know I liked it!
Now, as to what to say. I'm not sure. This is a little bit of a drug and alcohol infused Hunter S. Thompson-ish narrative, (well, not quite that far), in which Giorgio Tsoukalos shows up and George Romero pukes in the backyard. In case you don't know who Giorgio is he's this guy:
This was a crazy novella, that just sucked me in and before I knew it, I looked up, looked around and said WTF did I just read? And you know what? That's all I'm going to say about this novella other than it was a BLAST!
Highly recommended for fans of bad sci-fi movies, creature features, aliens and/or conspiracy theories, the unexplained, and the unidentified. Bravo!